Treated Wrong the Right Way (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 447)

Calcine still didn’t know what went on beneath Morgan’s hat. The Murkrow always had plans that she kept close to the chest.

It always left Calcine somewhat conflicted, she loved nothing more than when someone bared their heart without holding back. Sparky had gotten a lot better since the Water Gym about taking credit for her work, and it made Calcine smile every time the bug threw herself into something with confidence that she wouldn’t disappoint.

Dani was a delight, who spoke what she felt, even if she cringed her scales a bright orange while saying it. Open and honest, she had a lot of love to give to the Magikarp, and when they had some time to rest, she was going to pin her down on a bed and absolutely scramble her brains.

Morgan though, she loved secrets and dramatic plans. It meant a part of her was always hidden away out of sight. That was tough for Calcine; she adored that Morgan threw herself so eagerly into it, but she hated not knowing what else she was hiding away. The best she could do was play her part in Morgan’s schemes and trust that the Murkrow would make it an enjoyable show.

Calcine wasn’t the loudest of the group; she enjoyed being the sturdy support they could always rely on to pick them up when they fell, and right now, one of them had fallen, and Morgan was asking to pick her up. She could play that part.

“Right, do something to Velour,” Calcine repeated. She breathed deep, ground a flame in her belly, and turned her gaze to Brandy and Velour.

Brandy was seated on the card table, legs braced wide for balance, Velour draped bonelessly across her lap. Brandy’s arms circled the Gardevoir’s thick waist loosely, and her red eyes, tastefully framed by Velour’s artisanal black makeup, shone bright as she looked up at Calcine expectantly. Fuck, she was so darn cute even when her mind was addled by Confusion.

Calcine knew her Brandy was a smart woman, even if she was a bit terrible with humans. She would have easily worked out that Velour was real in normal circumstances, and that gap in her knowledge had to be coming from some Psychic move from the Gardevoir.

Velour looked every bit the elegant predator as she lounged in Brandy’s lap. She looked simply gorgeous in her sleek black uniform trimmed with gold, the signature white Gardevoir gown spilling out from beneath the long black skirt, her glossy green hair gleaming under the chandelier.

Calcine stepped close, drinking her in the long lines of those curves as she used Brandy’s lap as a throne. Those red eyes, half-lidded from Sparky’s bites, burned with excitement as she approached.

Gardevoir were meant to be the perfect doting partners, but Calcine knew fire when she saw it. Velour was not a normal Gardevoir, eager to please a partner. She wanted something badly. Calcine let her fingers slide along the collar of Velour’s uniform, slowly feeling out the trim, then she took hold of a fold of fabric and tugged, drawing Velour out of Brandy’s arms, asserting control with a possessive pull.

Velour gave a light, breathy gasp, the sound of someone thrilled to be handled. Calcine felt a faint tremor of excitement ripple through the Gardevoir’s body as she rose from Brandy’s lap into Calcine’s arms. Sparky will still attached to her breast, chewing away eagerly, and Calcine didn’t even try to move her. The bug was squeezed between their two bodies, and she mumbled happily at this extra treat she was getting.

Calcine tightened her grip, and some of the seams on Velour’s uniform popped, showing smooth white skin underneath.

“Don’t stop there,” Velour breathed, voice trembling at the edges.

Calcine answered by drawing her in tighter, one arm firmly around Velour’s waist to hold her tight, the other sliding down between their bodies with deliberate intent. She wanted Brandy to see every moment, so she leaned Velour so she was dangling to the side, showing off her stomach to Brandy as Calcine ran a hand down her uniform.  

Calcine pressed her body to Velour’s, claiming space and keeping her upright through sheer strength alone. Velour shuddered at the pressure, legs going to jelly, and her weight falling entirely under Calcine’s control.

“Look at her, Brandy,” Calcine murmured, trying to keep her voice heated. “Look how this Gardevoir melts when someone actually takes charge of her.”

Morgan seemed to get what she was going for, and lifted Velour’s head with a wing and pressed it out towards Calcine. Without hesitation, Calcine stole a kiss, letting their mouths meet with a brief teasing brush of lips before sealing Valour’s fate. As the kiss deepened, Calcine felt her warmth flow down Velour’s throat and drag up soft sounds that vibrated over her tongue. Calcine held her fast, stealing her breath away, letting the heat roll between them until sweat beaded on that beautiful porcelain skin. Velour sagged into Calcine’s hold, her trembling body folding completely under the force of the kiss.

“More,” Brandy insisted, watching intently as Calcine took Velour apart. “We have to be bolder.”

She still thought Velour was fake, but she wasn’t wrong. Calcine’s free hand roamed down the folds of Velour’s dresses and settled on a heavy, straining shape beneath the fabric. Calcine cupped Velour’s cock through the clothes, hand brushing against the round shape of Dani’s head, who was already beneath the dress, busy devoting herself to fluffing Velour up nicely. Velour jolted faintly between their attentions, thighs tensing. Calcine’s fingers tightened, staking her claim on the cock as she felt Dani’s kisses through the fabric along her fingers and the length of that Gardevoir dick.

It was as elegant and perfect as the rest of her, not too big but a nice handful, perfectly smooth and stiff in Calcine’s hand in a way that had just the tiniest bit of give. Velour clung to Calcine’s shoulders, trembling, breath catching against Calcine’s lips. She pressed closer, whispering against her mouth, “Harder… don’t make me beg for more.”

“Sparky?” Calcine asked.

“Make her beg,” Sparky said, mouth muffled as she happily chewed on Gardevoir titty.

“Morgan?”

“She should use that pretty mouth to make wishes,” Morgan said, “If she wants it a rough bit of coal, she should beg.”

“Dani?” Calcine said, enjoying how desperately needy Velour was starting to look.

Dani didn’t respond; her mouth was busy, no doubt sucking away at what she could and peppering kisses across Velour’s balls. It made the Gardevoir roll in Calcine’s grip, her ass wiggling back into Brandy’s face. Calcine looked down along the curve of Brandy’s body and caught the eyes of her Trainer, watching them both with breathless excitement.

“Brandy, what do you think I should do to her? She’s only an illusion after all,” Calcine said, ignoring Sparky’s shoulder roll at the teasing. “We should save our strength for later.”

“Noooo,” Velour whined, “Use those muscles.”

“She’s fake,” Brandy said, “But we want to make the Zorua jealous. Use her throat, show off your dick.”

“Dani,” Calcine said, “You take care of this. Gobble it up.”

Calcine squeezed Velour’s dick, and it made her whine so high that a few people shot them looks, and then kept watching because they were putting on quite the show.

“Sparky, Morgan. Strip her down. Have fun with her body, make sure Brandy gets to play with it.”

The Gardevoir was so pliant as Calcine shoved her back, giving Brandy a face full of Gardevoir ass. She couldn’t resist reaching over and grabbing Brandy’s new horns and pushing her into the long curve of the dress.

The Gardevoir’s fingers grasped at Calcine’s shoulders, her voice caught somewhere between command and plea.

“Do it. Please do it. Do  it.”

Calcine tilted Velour’s chin up with unchallenged authority. Her other hand slid higher, two fingers pressing lightly against Velour’s lips before she slowly pushed her thumb past them. Velour’s mouth opened willingly, eyes closing halfway as she accepted it. Calcine held her there, thumb resting on her tongue.

“Brandy wants to see this pretty mouth suck Carkol cock.”

Velour’s breath shuddered around Calcine’s thumb, her whole body tightening with frustrated longing. Brandy swallowed hard. Even confused, she recognised the hunger in Velour’s eyes.

Morgan finally spoke, sinister in her delight. “She’s only an illusion, Calcine, no need to be gentle. Enjoy it.”

Calcine withdrew her thumb slowly, wiping the glimmer of moisture along Velour’s cheek with a possessive stroke. The Gardevoir leaned into the touch helplessly, body trembling.

No need to be gentle then. Calcine could let all her fire out for this.